She slept deeply, but as usual, she did not dream. It had been months; none of them was dreaming anymore. [p. 227]

“[Her] work taught me that you could be all the traditional feminine things -- a…”

“Mine was a patchwork God, sewn together from bits of rag and ribbon, Eastern an…”

“Try looking at your mind as a wayward puppy that you are trying to paper train.…”

“Everything was coming together by coming apart . . . It is the most difficult Z…”